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A steaming hotel room, the alarm clock blares, and she stirs, her bladder full. She tiptoes to the bathroom, lifts her nightgown, and straddles the toilet seat. The first warm jet hits the porcelain, a relief, but she's not alone. A maintenance man enters, startled, but intrigued. She freezes, then continues, her exhibitionism ignited. He watches, she pees, their eyes meet, and the room fills with a different kind of warmth.